Great writer. We read Great Jones Street in high school. I think our "sex, drugs, and rock n roll," US History teacher had us read it for his class. More recently I started and didn't finish Americana, and White Noise was great but I can't say I loved it. Underworld I fucking loved. Ten years ago I wrote:

"Last night I read 150 pages of a book. Two months ago I would have watched four hours of television. Now in less than 2 months I have read The Sun Also Rises (disappointing — the prose was too bland), Steppenwolf (I love the way Hesse writes), For Whom the Bell Tolls (fucking beautiful narrative prose and, among other things, a tragic but somehow not sad love story), Man’s Search for Meaning, and now last night have started Underworld (that I read 150 pages (it’s over 800 pages) in one sitting says all about the quality of DeLillo’s prose)."

That's from my https://medium.com/know-thyself-heal-thyself/self-portrait-in-essay-form-circa-12-2013-7bdac6f1510e, to which I recently added this introduction:

"Do you fondly recall your firstborn? I speak not of children but of personal writing. This is mine and I love it more than anything I have written since. Doesn’t mean it’s my best piece, but it’s damn good, and some of it certainly feels downloaded and foreshadowed much that has followed. I covered a wide range of topics from heavy — substance abuse, depression, suicide, and codependency — to light — love, my children, my favorite foods, and my favorite music and lyrics. A true self-portrait in essay form. The good, the bad, the ugly — and the beautiful. I wrote it in December 2013. Published it on Medium in 2020."